Meet him later

Leaving Blake behind and having to wait till this evening isn't exactly the way I wanted that to go, maybe I should have been more forceful about the whole thing. Oh well. I can't change it now. I'm not even hungry, I'm just pushing my salad and croutons around my plate. I'm horny, that's the only thing I can think of. My dick has been hard all morning, I've met at least four guys who, suddenly, are thinking about me sexually and yet I've got nothing to show for it except for Blake's and Dhruv's number. The skater from this morning has yet to text me and I don't think he will, Ben is something I'll have to deal with later and yet here I am just sitting and waiting. I check the time on my phone, it's nearly twelve, I should probably get a move on to this emergency football meeting.

I stand up and quickly throw my food in the bin, I don't normally like wasting food but it's not what I'm craving right now. Now I get to go and stand around the fourteen men on my team and pretend like I want to be there. As I'm walking out of the cafeteria, I turn out to see if I can spot Blake one last time. He's still serving people, his eye catch mine for a second and I can feel his hunger from across the room. We will definitely have to meet up later. There's no way I'm skipping that.

Walking out of the main campus building and heading over to the sports hall feels almost like a chore. All I want is someone, who has the time, has the place and has the energy to actually be with me here and now. Unfortunately campus is unusually empty. Everyone must be in class, which sucks. As I push open the doors to the sports hall I nearly collide head on with someone wearing a wrestling uniform? Maybe. “Sorry”

“Why are you apologising?”

“You’re the second person today that I’ve nearly walked into”

“Sounds like the universe is trying to tell you something.”

“What could that be?”

“That maybe these people are people you’re meant to meet?” It’s only then that I realise how lucky I have been. Standing before me is a young, hot, maybe wrestler that definitely seems into me. “Do you not think?”

“I’m definitely starting to?”

“Like what you see do you?” he’s extremely well built, muscular but not overly so. Just enough that you can see the definition and the hard work he puts in. Without realising what I’m doing I reach over and grab his arm, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Definitely, my names Cory” I continue to squeeze and feel his arm, before travelling up to his shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Dallas.” He doesn’t seem to mind my touching, and if he does, he’s not moving any time soon. I trace my fingers over the exposed alabaster skin, before my fingers come to rest on his plump red lips. I could put them to good use. He opens his mouth and I slip my finger in, his tongue swirls around it. Fuck, he knows what he’s doing and this is just my finger. I remove my finger.

This time it’s me who has to destroy the situation, “I’m really sorry I have to go to this team meeting thing, are you hear often?”

“I use the gym nearly ever day but wrestling practice is only Monday’s and Friday’s.” He slips his shoulders out of the straps of his singlet and pulls it down so his chest is exposed. He’s definitely in shape even if it’s not as pronounced as some men aim for. He starts walking away, “you’ll know where to find me if you want to.” I can’t believe I almost missed the best bit, his plump bubble butt is practically trying to rip itself out of his singlet. I stand and lock my eyes onto it as he walks away.

“Looks like I’ll be coming to the gym more often.”